I met a WWII Veteran Monday during a trip to the grocery.
I talked to him for a few minutes and helped him get some stuff he couldn't reach.
He had to be in his high 80’s, (I figure 86 or 87) and armed to the teeth with his quad cane, all of 4 foot 6.
He had been a foot soldier in Patton’s 3rd Army and had made that hundred mile march in December of 1944 when they liberated Bastogne on December 26th of that year.
“Those poor bastards looked like frozen rats.”
Must have been hell.
He also said that "Patton really was a hard-assed son of a bitch, but he knew how to kick some ass."
The old Veteran really was a crotchety old man. God love him.
I hope to be one someday.
I was really surprised when my oldest daughter thanked him before I had the opportunity.
He was really moved. Crystal is twenty.
I talked to him for a few minutes and helped him get some stuff he couldn't reach.
He had to be in his high 80’s, (I figure 86 or 87) and armed to the teeth with his quad cane, all of 4 foot 6.
He had been a foot soldier in Patton’s 3rd Army and had made that hundred mile march in December of 1944 when they liberated Bastogne on December 26th of that year.
“Those poor bastards looked like frozen rats.”
Must have been hell.
He also said that "Patton really was a hard-assed son of a bitch, but he knew how to kick some ass."
The old Veteran really was a crotchety old man. God love him.
I hope to be one someday.
I was really surprised when my oldest daughter thanked him before I had the opportunity.
He was really moved. Crystal is twenty.